Poetry is what gets lost in translation-Robert Frost

January 06, 2014

Ho Chi Minh City: Transit

I am back in HCMC in transit, my travel agent urged me to take the earliest flight rather than the latest flight from Dalat to HCMC to catch my red eye connecting flight to Korea. Now that I think about it, I should have taken a later bus. Anyway, it gives me a full day to search out some new places to eat, drink and hang out at. I didn't stop at the place above, but it looks like a nice place to eat and perhaps, if I lived here...

Windows near the Reunification Museum seems to be a hot spot to hang out and be seen. There is club music pumping at a near deafening volume with what looks like to be "a gay/ club/celebrity" crowd co-mingling. Not a quiet retreat by any means, but interesting place to to see how the Vietnamese hipsters spend their Sunday afternoons--also plenty of women with silicon breasts teetering on 8 cm high heels as well.

Next lunch at Com Tac Moc, a restaurant chain that serves broken-rices dishes. I went with the grilled pork chops with chili pepper and salt with an egg.